Wednesday, December 18, 2013

History and little monuments.

Primary One 1B

I was sitting in the school with my friends when my name was called out by the principal. I am not sure why, till now. Two other boys and myself were brought to an isolated room with the principal and some teachers, and gone caned, or rather the version for primary kids, getting whipped with a ruler.

I was in the second last class. One day, the teacher announced that a new student was joining our class. I was so happy to know that it was the girl I liked in kindergarten, and remember being just happy on that day, her name was Hanisah (That's all that I remembered of her name).

I was in the same class as a friend from kindergarten days by the name of Firdaus, he had slightly fanged teeth and I used to call him 'vampire'. I had a class picture, but I lost it, sadly really.

We shifted to Pasir Ris from Bedok when I was in Primary One. As a result, I had to take the school bus to school everyday, and was accompanied by my little sister and my maid. I remember making prank calls to the police with my sister and giggling, mischievous kids we were. If we weren't doing that, we were in the field nearby, catching tigermoths and pretending it was a jungle to be explored, with the creepy crawlies underneath.

Primary Two 2B

It was my birthday, we were having class and all the students were seated on the floor in a circle around the the teacher. I can't recall for sure what lesson it was, but I can definitely recall who the teacher was. I had a stomach ache and nearly pooped in my pants. Life.

I had my first taste of brotherhood beyond the family when my friends and I decided we'd stick together no matter what. This agreement was done as we were going down the staircase towards the canteen for recess. It was made between a group of Malay boys, and to this day, I still hold them dearly to my heart as sincere friends, namely Farhan Sallehudin, Syahrizan, Hidhir, Farhan Zainal.

It was English class, and my class was being non-cooperative. Something I did must have tipped her off the iceberg and she left the class in tears and didn't return. The whole class just carried on with what they were doing. Little devils, the lot of us.

Primary Three 3E

I have, and always will be, a joker, always making jokes, and making fun. It was the end of the day, we were lined up at the parade square for assembly. I must've said something, or laughed too hard, or made others laugh too hard, I was called out by my form teacher (I still remember his name) and brought aside when everyone had already left for home. He scolded me and called me a clown. I was a mess of tears, you do not call a student a clown and mean it negatively. My brother saved me and brought me home, comforting me along the way. I swore vengeance. - (come to think of it, this must be the pivotal moment in my grades)

It was maths class and the class was learning long division, and it was taught by my form teacher. I didn't pay attention as I already learnt it from beforehand, I was doodling in class. My form teacher called me out and challenged me to teach the class since I didn't seem to be interested in learning. I taught the class.

We were learning about the human skeletal system and the science teacher pointed to the head and asked the class what bone it was, I don't recall being taught the word cranium and I answered 'cranium'. The teacher was surprised. I was surprised.

It was going to be recess and a good friend of mine, Zulfadli, was wrestling with me at the back of the class, near the back door of the class. He did a move he learnt from watching WWE and almost broke my arm, I cried out loud, I hurt like mad. But it was all cool and we were still friends, and we continued wrestling.

It was the end of the year and I got my results. I did exceptionally well, better than the friends I've grown close to. As a result, I was promoted to a better class while the rest got clumped together in classes. I was sad but told myself, 4C will surely have some nice people.

To be continued.

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